Khanak listened to Shaantanu's voice
boom through her stereo for the fifth time in a row. She'd been playing his
song nonstop from the moment she laid her tired self down in the cold bedding
of her hotel's room. It's where she'd been staying after having that huge fall
out with Shaantanu over his misunderstanding involving Sunny. Duks had been the
one who had stopped her from heading to Dhulwadi that day when she was ready to
leave this city and hurt behind her. She had argued with him until she couldn't
anymore and he had promised her that he is not going to tell Shaantanu or
anyone else of her whereabouts. Not until it was the right time. The last time
she had left it hadn't been a good enough reason and he'd came after her in the
middle of the night with Daadi and Sunil's approval. Now she had left him again,
but it's a lot more serious this time. She doesn't know that his home life has
fallen completely apart with Madhavi and Khushboo Bhabhi's constant "I told you
so" statement and looks. She doesn't know that he feels even more betrayed with
every passing day…hour…moment.

The feelings that had been building within
her were confirmed earlier tonight when she realized that with all the lies and
the games and with everything that had happened with Sunny that she was the one
to still get hurt. She knew in that moment when he yelled at her so fiercely
infront of his friends. He had accused her of something she couldn't even
imagine doing to him, it had broken her heart completely.

She listened to his voice, its gloom
and its sound. It was completely different from what he usually sings, upbeat
and inspiring. As evidenced by all the albums he had done, mainstream pop was
usually what got him vocal with his lyrics, but this was completely different
in both genre and feel. The lyrics were achingly sad, and it pained her so much
yet she still played it over and over again. His music was her favorite. She
listened to the words; he had clearly written this song all about them. She
loved that, she loved that all his songs were special to him. Each one came
from his heart and each one was about something he cared about or liked. He
cared about them; he wrote about them, he sang about them. She got it now; his
music was a part of them, not just a part of him. That's why for the last eight
months that they have been apart living in the same city, she had bought every
CD of his every time she saw one at a store, at the mall, or just passing by
some random stall on the street where the bridal Boutique she now worked at was
located. She had been her self-respecting, stubborn self and insisted on
earning to support herself on her own. Duks was the only person who came by to
visit her from the other side of the town where people drove in big cars, had
big houses, made reservations at the finest Mumbai restaurants, did everything
in elite style and class…did everything like her in-laws and husband have been
doing all their lives.

Binggg…Bzz…Binggg...
"Duks Bha Calling"

She turned the music down and sat up
in the lone bed to answer her flashing cell phone

"Hello…"

"Khanak Bhabhi main Hotel se das
minute durr hoon…app se milna tha…"

"Sab theek toh hai na Duk Bha…?"

"Umm..main…main mill kar bata ta
hoon…"

He had hung up without saying bye.

She walked tentatively up to answer
a faint knock on her room's door. Her husband's best friend stood there with
Chinese take out boxes in his hand a faint smile. She smiled back and invited
him in. She wondered why Duks had called appeared at such an odd timming; it
scared her a little bit.

Duks noticed the scared tone in her
voice. She didn't know what to expect and quite frankly he didn't either. There
was something she needed to know about Shaantanu.

"Khanak Bhabhi pehlay kuch kah
lay, phir araam se baat kartay hain." He looked up at her while settling
the boxes and plastic cutlery on the small wooden table. She remembers her
husband teaching her how to eat with chopsticks exactly like the ones Duks is
holding in his hands.

"Jee..." She said with a
small smile and sat down on the chair across from Duks. They ate in silence.
She used the plastic cutlery instead of the chopsticks.

"Shaan ja raha." The words
left Duks's mouth and her suspicions were confirmed. Something had happened,
she just knew. "Hameesha ke liye shayad..." Her heart broke in little
pieces. The man she loved had resorted again to walking away, running away.
Every time things seemed like they might get better with him they never got
better they just got worse. It was so unfair to him…to her...to them. She
thought leaving him would have at least given him his space and he would keep
his focus on his music. Shaantanu was a talented, a natural at what he did; He
had earned a name for himself through his music and despite everything she is
proud of his accomplishments.

Duks could see the concern on her
face. He could see her eyes questioning, sad, for her husband. He could see
that she genuinely cared…still cared. He knew that because even his best
friend, her husband also cared…still cared. The two of them surprised him a
little each time he looked into their eyes and saw concern, attention, care…it
probably surprised him because it was so rare for him to see two people be so
torn apart yet still sewn to each other at their hearts.

She walks Duks to the door and shuts
it close when he steps out in the empty hallway of the hotel. Her body
resembles her sinking heart against the door and her tears flow out like a lost
river trying to find its shore. She misses him.

…………………

He is almost done packing his
belongings in his charcoal grey luggage piece when he feels something in the
inside zipper. He searches it out and what he finds makes his facial creases
more visible...he sighs…it's her picture from their Honeymoon…her playing in
the waves like she controlled them…dressed in faded Capri and puffed sleeved
white blouse…

His fingers traced the photo frame
and he looks at it with longing for a few minutes… the sound of his buzzing
cell phone alert him and he places the photo back in his luggage as he answers
the call.

He walks in through the studio
doors, dodging the reporters and paparazzi at the entrance. His aviators used
to be enough at one point to keep his cover but his baseball cap is starting to
become a necessity as well.

"Good Morning Sir…"

"Hi…has anyone…"

"In your Studio Sir…"

"Thanks…"

He expresses his gratitude to a
familiar face that dealt with public relations and such. He'd never paid enough
attention to learn her name. It's almost as if he was incapable of even trying
anymore.

His baseball cap flung from his hand
to the wooden counter above which his guitar and several other musical
instruments were hanging. It's the first thing on would see while entering the
Studio. There is a recording box at the left made out of sound proof glass.

"Lights toh on kar leti Sam…" He
says flipping on the switches himself in the dark studio.

The lights reveal what he wasn't
expecting at all. Her petite form that he feared of forgetting. Those pretty,
dark eyes that he would lose himself to. Her delicate hands adorning kangangs
that Daadi that given him to place in her hands. Her distinct lovely scent that
always gave away her presence. It all came back in that one instant that left
his heart questioning his mind of her existence. Was she really in her sight…?
He needed to sit.

She sat next to him on the edge of
the Studio's stage folding one leg behind her and placing her hand on his
thigh. At her touch he lost what he was going to say for a moment, her tiny
little hand was stretched out and placed gently on his thigh letting him know
she was reality…she is here. He could feel her hand through his jeans; he could
feel the searing heat of her touch through the fabric. It was as if she was
branding him with her console, but it was a good feeling, a nice feeling, a
feeling he'd missed way too much. A feeling he would always need in his life,
something he had been living without painfully for so long.

"Itnay din kahaan thi Khanak…?
Mujhe se durr itnay din kaisay zinda rahi tum…?" He questioned looking in
space of the empty Studio. She still had her eyes on him.

Only she was capable of making his
absolute decisions seem uncertain just like that. Only for her would he lay his
heart out, open it up completely to her with no inhibitions. Giving in to
everything that she wanted out of him, only she brought that kind of effect.

Only he was capable of saying the
sweetest words to her. He was the only one who would lay his heart out like
that for her. Only he trusted her like that. Only he was totally and completely
honest with her and revealed to her his heart. It made her feel special. It
made her feel like she was important, like she was needed. He needed her; he
needed her in his life. If only he knew how much she needed him, how much she
needed him to need her. He could always depend on her. He'd messed up and He'd
learned his lesson. She wasn't going to leave him anymore, not ever again.

Both of them needed each other now
for the rest of their lives. They were independent and had their own things to
do, he his music and she her designing but even still they were in an entirely
co-dependent relationship in an entirely vital way. They needed each other to
survive. They needed each other to be there just to listen. She would always
listen. She would always be there. She would never leave again. Ever.

"App aggar ziddi Maha Purash
hai toh main bhi app ki Patni hoon," she laughed. And that was all he
needed to hear to know it was true and to believe in it. "Na main abb kahi
jaaogi…aur na app ko jaanay doongi…" She assured him anyways.

She was enjoying this moment with
him. It was a little sad, because she could tell he was a little sad, but she
needed to ask him this now or never, she needed to know. No matter what the
answer was she needed to know and clear it up in her mind. She hoped it
wouldn't backfire on her.

He looked at her intently wishing
she hadn't asked him that. He could see the worry in her face. He could see the
fear in her eyes. He felt as sad for her in that moment as she probably felt
for him for giving up everything he cared for in his life. People kept screwing
with him and he was so brave and enduring in trying his best to keep at least a
few of his genuine relationships intact. Sunil and Akshay were there for him
but their business and work related kept them occupied. Daadi was the only one
who consoled him when she'd find him alone in his room. He hadn't even gone in
to his own room which was their bedroom ever since. He just couldn't bear the
burden of the things in it. They all reminded him of her…the bed, the dresser,
the windows, the wardrobe, the luxury bathroom with his and her sink, and
everything else. Even the certain areas in the house where he'd often find her
reminded him of her. After finding the whole truth from Rahul he had been
guilty on all accounts and hated himself for every word he had said to her that
night. She had been hurt enough. He'd rather die than hurt her more. He never
wanted to see his Khanak, his wife hurt.

"Nahi, jo bharoosa main tum per
pehlay karta tha voh bharoosa tha he nahi Khanak…aik aadat thi…lakin abb khud
se zayaada yakeen…khud se zayaada bharoosa hai mujhe tum per…" he tried to
say it with as confident a voice as he could. It was true what they said, you
learned in pain. He had learned a lot. But right now his brain was stuck on
kissing her and he instinctively leaned in. He gingerly placed his lips over
hers and pressed gently and softly. He couldn't rush this; he didn't want to
rush this. He hadn't kissed her since that night in the rain when he had met
her at the gate, dressed in red. It had been way too long. The Goosebumps ran
down both of their backs, it caused the hairs on the back of Shaantanu's neck
to stick up, it caused her to involuntary, slowly let go. That kiss was heaven,
that kiss was tender, it was the touch of the man she loved. It was the realization
that they had missed out on so much. Bittersweet bliss.

"App ke saaray gaano ki
copyrights mujhe chahiyaay…" She kept her eyes closed a second longer. He
looked at her and surprised himself at the bit of relief his heart felt. It
made him happy to have her to himself as his wife. "App puri duniya ko iss
tarah humari baatein bilqual nahi bata...sorry, gaa kar suna nahi sakte," she smiled a flirty smile
and he swore he fell in love with her all over again. She grabbed his chin;
"Maha Purash ke secrets bhi hotay hai!" He smiled shyly at her. She
dipped her head to his shoulder, not wanting to leave, but feeling the
conversation probably dwindling down to an end. "Aur abb app London jaaye
gay toh meray saath, varna nahi." She squeezed her hand a little on his
thigh leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. His cheek that looked so
well defined with this new haircut of his. He had such great features, she
loved him so much. It hurts her to have to leave as she needed to get back to
wind things up and come right back to him, but she was grateful nonetheless for
these moments, for that kiss...

She moved away from him and
reluctantly headed for the door. She was the sexiest little thing and she
didn't even know it. Walking away from him with a little swing to her hips, her
churidaar formfitting, her odhani neatly placed around her neck, different from
so many other girls. She was always different, she was always better, she would
be his forever. He wasn't going to let her walk out that door. He'd never let
her leave again. How could he? With one kiss his whole body heated up, with one
soft peck on the cheek his sensations were altered. With one stare, one smile,
his knees went week. She thrilled him. She was his everything. His solid rock.
The one he could depend on. The one he didn't want to have to call anymore,
because she was going to be right there with him. So in a way it amused him
that she was heading for the door, if only she knew what he was thinking.

"Khanak...

Her heart stopped. She had wanted
him to stop her somehow. To say something else, any extra word just so she
could hear his voice a little longer, just so she could stay a little longer.
"Jee?" Oh please let it be something she wanted to hear. She wasn't
sure of what he was going to say. He was more than sure…his voice was calm,
poised, soothing, "Main abhi saath aa sakta hoon tumharay…" It wasn't
a question it wasn't a statement, it was just truth, it was what she wanted to
hear. "Aik Rockstar meray saath chalay ga toh I'd be honored…!"

He smiled at the vulnerability in
her voice, at the relief on her face. He was making her happy. He loved to make
her happy.

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"Hotel…" She answered dropping the
idea of heading to the Boutique first. "I-am-quiting" formalities can be taken
care of later. She filled him in on her whereabouts and Duks involvement in all
of it. He hadn't been surprised as Duks extra calm behavior through his
outbursts and frustrations made perfect sense to him.

"Acha toh yeh Hotel jaanay ka sense
hai…?" He questions pulling his Audi in the area of the city where his car
stood out in the rest of the traffic that comprised of local buses, noisy
rikshaws, and motorbikes. He is going to sort it out with Duks later for
keeping his wife in this area all this time. It was not safe at all.

"Yeh hat aur yeh glasses…app iss
tarah ander jaye gay…?" She questioned watching him adjust the hat and on his
head. He had parked right in front of the Hotel.

She led him in and up the Hotel
stairs. There weren't many people around but the two of them definitely got a
few weird looks from the spectators. He was just hoping they don't recognize
him and finally breathes in relief when they reach the empty corridor on the
second floor where her room is.

The moment she closed the door
behind them he took off his hat and aviators. The room was neatly kept and the
distinct traces of her perfume can be picked up in the air. She turned to him
and his face took on a whole new complexion, a whole new look. It was desire
and it was love and it was want and it was so much more than all of them. She
could only look at his face and see seriousness, and she loved it when he gave
her that look. A calm in his face and a fire in his eyes, a light that burned
through her. He had been standing with his back against the door with her
leaning in to him. Their hands automatically found each other's, her right with
his left and his left with her right, intertwined and palms pressing firmly
against each other.

She was squeezing so hard he thought
she might break his knuckles. She was nervous all over again, nervous like she
had been their first night, nervous like she had been many nights after that,
nervous the way she was practically every time. She never ceased to have that
innocent vulnerability, that gleam in her eye that let him know she could only
ever trust him with her heart and body like this. Only he would ever know her,
only he would ever love her, she could only trust him, just him, only him. No
one could ever take this place, her place, unless it was him, only him…

She squeezed a little tighter as he
dipped his head down to hers so slow that it seemed like it'd be forever before
his lips grazed hers. They finally did and the touch was light. It was soft and
it was slow. They hadn't done this in a long time; it was like they were
rediscovering each other. They were savoring every taste, every second of every
feeling. He let go and turned his head a different way once again coming down
to meet her lips with his own. She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms
around his neck, she pressed firmly into his lips. He reciprocated by pressing
harder into her lips, his arms instinctively wrapping around her back bringing
her body closer into his.

He was serenading her lips. It was
the only way to explain it, he was singing to her with his lips and with his
kisses. Each movement felt brand new, each second driving her slowly insane.
This was too much, and all they were doing was kissing. He maneuvered his lips
with her in such a way that she felt herself melting completely into him. She
followed what he did, too awestruck that she was finally in this place with him
to do anything new at the moment. If his lips captured her bottom lip she
sucked on his top one and if he bit her top lip she sucked on his bottom lip.
She matched him completely. Her heart was racing inside her chest.

His was pounding. Khanak's lips had
their own particular taste. It was like nothing else, there was no word for it,
it was just Khanak. He had wanted to taste these lips for so long, he had
wanted to feel her body pressed against his like this for so long. A part of
him couldn't believe it was happening, it had to be a dream. Another dream like
the many he had already had. But no, this wasn't a dream. This was reality. She
was here, hanging onto his lips like a suction cup. He bent down and cradled
her in his arms, never breaking their kiss. This was one of the slowest kisses
they'd probably ever had and they were both reveling in it. They wanted to
stretch out these moments forever. Oh if they could just go on forever…

He balanced her as he pulled off his
shoes and hers. He walked slowly carrying her firmly in his arms, taking the
three steps to bed and laying her down gently, as if she could break if she
weren't handled with the utmost care. He always handled her with so much care.
She was lying on the same bed that felt cold and strange to her, a place she
had hated being in for the past eight months. Once she was settled he climbed
in placing his knee on the side of her hip and swinging his body so that his
other knee was bent on the other side of her hip. He steadied himself over her
by placing his hands on the mattress; he didn't want to crush her. He was
always so scarred of that; she seemed so small underneath him. The only sound
in the room was their lips meeting. Khanak was here with him, it was all so
perfect…

She had missed this. His lips
playing a dance with hers. They were making out. They were doing what they did
when they were alone in Khandelwal house before they consummated their marriage.
It was like they were starting over. Reveling in how everything felt again
before moving on to more. Too much might kill them. What he did next she
thought could kill her. He had been hovering over her, and he finally let his body
come down on top of hers. Her insides felt like it was on fire with the
friction of his jeans and her clothing against each other. He was straddling
her. She moaned into his mouth, kissing him more hungrily, needing him to give
her more air, she was having trouble breathing.

He was amazed at how little with her
could get him so hot. She was one of a kind this one. They were making out and
their fully clothed bodies were touching. And that was enough to begin to drive
him to a slow insanity. He was sure he probably had already gone crazy because
he just realized they were still fully clothed. There was something inherently
wrong with that. He moved his hand and slipped it behind her slowly beginning
to pull down the zipper of her fitted shirt. He slid it all the way down and
then used his hands to begin to slide it off her shoulders. They both raised
themselves up a little bit so that he could slide the shirt entirely off of
her. He pressed his body back down against hers. He could feel the heat where their
bodies met; he could feel her heart beat underneath his chest. He could feel
her. It was so surreal. She was here she was really here. He was so happy.

She was so happy. She had wanted
this moment for so long. She had ached for it and here it was and she couldn't
believe it was happening. It felt so good to just be like this, with Shaantanu,
kissing him, feeling his weight on hers, she wanted more. She slowly slipped
her tongue between his lips caressing his lips with it. He moaned into her
mouth and opened his up. Their tongues met once again, tasted once again, felt
once again, loved once again…She could feel the tingles in her body. She kissed
him with purpose, she wanted to taste every crevice…He gripped the covers on
the bed with his left hand until his knuckles turned white. Her tongue could
drive him wild. She'd tease him and retreat with it back to her own mouth so
that he would reach out to it as far as possible and devour her completely.
That's what she wanted. But he got her back for it later. It was this thing
they did. These games of seduction that drove each other crazy and made them
love each other that much more.

"Utaariyaay na..Shataanu…" He kept
forgetting they were still dressed. He reluctantly broke their kiss and raised
himself up, still straddled around her legs. She ran her hand through her hair
and placed her other hand on his thigh. He was going to reveal that wonderful
chest of his. That well built chest which during one of his magazine
photoshoots she just wanted to cover up because all the girls on the set stared
at it. He had gotten even more fit now. She didn't think that was even possible
but apparently he could never cease to get more and more sexy. He lifted his
shirt up above his head. Wow those muscles would be ravished tonight. She was
going to pepper every inch of that upper body with a kiss, a bite, a…

What she saw next made her heart
just soar. There it was, his wedding ring. The ring he had insisted on wearing
when one of his fan girls had stalked him and sent some disturbing messages to
Khanak on her cell phone, he wanted the world to know he was happily married
with his soul mate. The ring never had such significance for her like it did
today. Almost like the black beaded string with the shiny silver pendant in the
center that she has around her neck. Seeing it she knew it had been there all
this time, just as her mangalsutr had been. She smiled a blissfully contended
smile. He was the most wonderful guy she'd ever know. He was her man.

She clasped his neck with her delicate
hands and pulled him down. She wanted to show him how much that meant to her.
She kissed him fiercely giving him full access to her mouth and taking
advantage of the full access granted to her. His lips were so sensuous, they
made her toes curl, and they made her fingers grasp the covers underneath her
hand.

He took her other hand in his own
and pulled it up on the pillow interlocking their fingers, joining their palms.
Their hands were already sweaty but for them it was just a sign of the pleasure
they were giving each other. He interlocked her fingers with his; his
outstretched hand found hers and joined them. Their hands were together, they
were together, their fingers interlocked, their hearts woven into one…with
hands outstretched and then clasped they let each other know through touch.

They let go of their kiss to come up
for air. They hadn't spoken since they walked up to the room. She kept her eyes
closed trying to calm her breathing "Shaantanu…" she whispered
breathlessly not really sure what she was going to say, but just needing to
utter his name…

"Shh…" was his softly
whispered reply. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to think, he just
wanted to feel…he just needed to feel…feel inside of her again, her hands
again…that now were running their fingertips painstakingly slowly on his chest.
His eyelashes fluttered at her barely there touch…that same kind of subtlety
that her kisses possessed. She drove him crazy. He placed his hands on the hem
of her shirt, but before he pulled he looked into her eyes. It was a habit he'd
picked up from the beginning of their marriage…checking with her, by looking in
her eyes, to see if it was ok…he didn't need to do it now, but he had never
really stopped doing that. Every time he was there he made sure, he never
wanted to hurt her in anyway, or make her uncomfortable in anyway…They hadn't
done this in a long time, he just wanted to be sure…

She appreciated it, and she stared
back into the hazel brown orbs of his eyes letting him know…it was more than
ok. He slipped her shirt off and there a black lacy bra encompassed her bodice;
black was his favorite color for lingerie. She would make conscious efforts in
buying hers in that particular color. Shaantanu's face burrowed into her neck
kissing every inch of it, roaming around it on both sides and feeling her pulse
point. He left a straight line of kisses down from her neck to her cleavage. He
sat up on his knees gently bringing her with him. He wanted both of them to be
sitting up. He looked at her and saw her staring at his cleft chin. She looked
up at him and smiled, rubbing small circles on his palm with her fingers. He
took her hand and locked her fingers with his. His other hand reached up into
her long, flowy hair, his fingers running through it. Not a word was uttered
between the two. It just wasn't necessary.

He got back to what he had planned
on doing when he lifted them up and but she was doing just that already by
placing her mouth on his neck. He smelled like cologne, and oh it smelled so
good. She took advantage of a moment he had lifted his head to take control and
began that ravishing of his upper body she had thought about earlier. She
kissed him everywhere, once on each defined muscle, on his abs, everywhere
there was a clearly defined line. She used her mouth on certain areas of his
pecks that made him call out her name in a breathless whisper…She smiled to
herself satisfied to be pleasing him. She looked up at his face then to see him
watching her. Their eyes met, his were lighter than hers, and as she stared
into them she used her hands to unbuckle his belt. He stared back into her eyes
watching her face as she tugged on his jeans…

His breath caught in his throat the
way it did every time he saw her did what she was doing. She was the most
beautiful woman in the world, and much like she had a fascination with his
chest he had one with hers. And much the same way she had admired his chest
with hands he did the same now, first lowering her back down to the mattress
and kicking off his jeans as he did. He kissed her where it always made her
giggle. And it brought her to another level, it made her skin's heat rise, it
made her skin take on a pinkish color, it made her feel wonderful. He wanted to
make her feel wonderful…

"Itni hansi kyun arahi hai ajj?"
he whispered seductively to her, his eyes the brightest they'd been all
afternoon, the sweat on his forehead glistening, his lips swollen from all the
kissing.

"Hum pehli dafa beech din mein…yeh
sab." She smiled wide, closing her eyes, not having the energy to laugh as
she felt his piercing gaze on her. He shook his head with a small laugh, only
she would say something like that, and make him love her more because of it.
"Pehlay bhi keh chukka aur ajj phir keh raha hoon, pyaar karnay ka koi
time nahi hota hai…" he replied with a low husky chuckle. A few seconds
passed as they became quiet again, enjoying everything that they were feeling.

With each kiss they forgave each
other, which each touch, with each feel, with each breathless whisper, with
each stare into each other's eyes, with each moan and with every fiber of their
being they forgave each other. For the things they had done wrong, for the
things they would inevitably do wrong…with each caress they let it all go, they
concentrated on this moment, on this passion that they had together. It wasn't
like this for everyone, it couldn't be, and Shaantanu knew it wasn't. The
intensity of their love had sensuality to it, tenderness to it that no other
love had. Theirs was a different love. Theirs was a special love. There was no
love like theirs. No one was sexier to Shaantanu than Khanak; no one was sexier
to Khanak than Shaantanu. No, it wasn't possible; no one could beat their love.
No one had love like theirs. In every soft touch they forgave each other, in
every time he devoured her mouth to eat her screams of his name, in every time
he looked into her eyes and told her he loved her. In everything they forgave
each other. In everything they became one. In everything they became whole
again. In every second of increased passion the void that had been in their
hearts overflowed with their love. No one had love like them.

He rose his head from her shoulder
to look at the lovely face of his wife, tears were running down her cheeks and
his heart sank a little. "Arey…shh…meri Jhansi ki Rani ko kuch pasand nahi
aaya kya?" he asked concerned. It was a tender and sensitive moment for
the both of them; he hoped he hadn't hurt her in some way…

She smiled up at him through her
tears, he was always so worried about her, always making sure she was ok,
always taking care of her, he was the best thing that ever happened to her.
"Khushi kay ansoo hai Shaantanu, humaray phir se saath honay ki khushi. Pichlay
aath maheeno mein bahut rooye hoon…lakin ajj, itnay dino baad khushi mein roo
rahi hoon…"

"Are you sure you're ok? Tum
kaap rahi hoon Khanak…"

"Aisa he kuch hota hai jab abb
app meray itnay pass hotay hai..."

Shaantanu smiled a close-mouthed
smile. "Main bhi bahut khush ho Khanak. You're so beautiful and I
just…" he sighed, only three words could sum up his feelings, "I love
you." He stroked her cheek with one of his hands and wiped at some tears
with his thumb. "I love you too Shaantanu." She closed her eyes as he
placed sweet kisses all over her tears. He hated to see her cry even though
they were tears of happiness like she said. He still didn't like to see her
cry; he never wanted to make her cry. No he never wanted to hurt her…no he
never would. He would protect her forever because she had his heart. His heart
was embedded in her soul. Whatever forces came to try to break them apart it
wouldn't matter because he wasn't ever going to let her go. They were flawed
human beings individually but together they were perfect. Life wasn't the same
if they couldn't hold each other…

He would never be away from her for
this long again, he couldn't be. It had been ridiculous of him to think he
could ever walk away from her. He knew he'd never be able to from the moment
she said "Mithai!" to him in Dhulwadi. His heart had known it but his head
had been trying to protect him. None of that mattered anymore; it had taken him
these months to realize that he could never be away from her. He could never
not have her to hold in his arms. He needed to hold her…He needed her, he
needed all of her, her heart, her soul, her mind, her body…he needed it like he
needed to breathe. She gave him what he needed to breathe. He couldn't breathe
without her.

She felt his soft, tender kisses on
her face and they just made her want to cry more. She loved him so much she
knew she could never walk away from him again. She would never want to be
anywhere but in his arms, his body heat surrounding her, enveloping her,
protecting her…He loved her, she knew that and he had her heart for it. Her
heart was completely with him, in him, she would never leave her own heart
again. He had made mistakes but she had forgiven him and it was all over now
and none of it mattered anymore. She was with him, in his arms, in bliss. She
loved him with every fiber of her being and she needed him like she needed air
to breathe. He was her air. She needed him, his mind, his heart, his soul, his
body…He was the only one she would give all of herself to, the only one she
could trust, the only one she loved enough to give herself to completely. She
needed the man in front of her, the man she loved, the man she had met when he
was vulnerable to his own being and who he is now years and accomplishments
later…the man she had met when she was nave about the world, the man that gave
her an opportunity to live again when the world defied that right to her…

He took her trembling hands and
interlocked his fingers with hers, clasping both of her hands in his own…He
pressed his palms against hers, tightened his hold on her hands, her wonderful
tiny hands that were lost in the hold of his own. Their hands locked, their
fingers squeezed…they pulled on each other's hands reassuringly, letting each
other know they were there, and they weren't going anywhere…Their mouths
continued to love each other, their hands held tightly together…They would
always be together…

Always and Forever.

P.S: Would like to CREDIT Vicky Donor's soundtrack...specifically "Mar Jaaniyaan Track" it really set the mood for the entire update...I hope you all ENJOY it! By The way my weekend had a busy start hence the delay...hope you gals didn't mind too much! also remember that Your Feedback is HIGHLY motivational and LOVED by ME! Thanks!!

aasma1Goldie

omg omg omg bave no words to describe wbat a beautiful update, this was I absolitwly loved it.. there love for eachother os still there even after being apart for 8 monthshonestly im speechlesss loved it it sooo much...xxx

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